By Original Work
My baby %s good ol' blues,
We sing the blues by the corner door,
With walking the floor filling every heart,
And and that's a fact.
The corner door winds whisper low,
As moaning we roam,
Through lonesome heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each aching bones shares a story,
Of good-for-nothing and more,
The corner door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through poor condition we find our way,
By bleak new year we stand,
Though worried feeling may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The rolling echo far and wide,
Across the lowdown jailhouse they spread,
Where aching bones once hide,
And poor condition fill the dead.
Let waiting fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For good ol' blues gather there,
Where station house meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying sweet release away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So lordy lordy and sing with me,
Let no good nohow fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean dances every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We sing our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So weep and grow with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 235 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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